Mosquitoes pull blood through my clothes Just like the pavement did to yours I remember afterwards, Grown men begged me to give my life to the lord I watched two die in July Then one born in the winter time She took the life from all three And put it back into me It's not my world It always just felt forced to me I've been everywhere And I felt nothing there Never did what young men were supposed to do Got in the van instead of Pittsburgh for art school I watched two die in July Then one born in the winter time She took the life from all three And put it back into me It's not my world It always just felt forced to me I promise I won't take you with me I let it win just like my parents did Trauma sucks chemicals Human voids that will never be filled